Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Crusher gives me a shake. My smile must’ve slipped. “Look alive, Sugar. The higher they go, the faster you can stop taking dick for cash.”
Ugh.
It’s all I can do to not wrinkle my nose when he leans in with his fetid breath. “Or maybe you’ll like it, huh? Some do. Maybe you’ll come back here for a ride once your new owner is done with you. I’d give you one hell of a fucking ride, I fucking promise you that.”
I force a fake smile back on my face to try to hide my disgust, then bite out, “Never.”
Now the blond biker is speaking, looking agitated. The three of them seem to be arguing. Probably they’re telling scarred guy that I’m not worth it. God, fifteen thousand? I’ve been told I’m cute, but I’m no supermodel. My pussy is virgin, not magic. I won’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Someone wake me from this nightmare.
I resign myself to being sold to the suited guy, praying I’m going to survive the night.
The scarred biker raises his hand, face set in hard determination. “Eighteen!”
“Twenty.”
My heart pounds like a drum. It's going to crash through my ribcage and beat its way across the room and out the door if I can't slow it somehow. This is madness.
"Twenty-five thousand fucking dollars," growls the biker in a tone that threatens bodily harm to anyone who tries to outbid him.
His dark eyes are back on me, burning hot. If he wins, I bet he’ll throw me across the table right here, damn the crowd around us.
Urges I didn’t know I had come rushing unbidden and I have to shake my head to clear them. My stomach drops. I’m probably reading him wrong. He’s pissed he’s had to spend so much. At me? It’s not like I forced him to bid so much. Or at all.
The cruel man curls his lips into a sardonic half grin, then shrugs. “Not worth it,” he says dismissively, but his expression looks pleased, not angry.
And then it hits me. I've just been sold for twenty-five thousand dollars.
Oh.
My.
Freaking.
God.
The crowd parts as my new owner and his friends come forward to claim their prize. The scary man in the suit gets up and slips away before they get to us.
Twenty-five thousand is a crap ton of money. Way more than one night of sex, even if it’s with all three of them. All three? My brain short circuits a little at the idea. “What did you mean when you said they could keep me and help pay off my debt?” I hiss to Crusher.
He shrugs. “What’s it matter to you who pimps you out? Less work for me if I don’t have to feed and water you. Why? You thinking of making trouble?” His expression hardens. “We had an agreement, you and me, and I don’t think you want to back out now.”
Chills run down my spine at the violent implication in his voice. No, I’ll take my chances with the bikers who just won me. I don’t know their plans, but I remember the easy way they flirted with me at the bar, and I’m going to trust my gut.
“N—no. I’m not backing out.”
“Good, now smile pretty and don’t fuck this up for either of us.”
A sliver of curiosity cuts through the horror I should be feeling. Sandra was always the wild one, even before our parents died. I was the good girl, the perfect daughter, and then the one who had to be responsible for both of us.
But who am I now that I've been auctioned off for an insane amount of money to three deceptively sexy bikers who expect to take my virginity?
7
BADASS
Well, fuck, this went to hell fast. I don’t even blame Animal. I wasn’t about to walk away from her either, but fuck. Our budget was ten grand. Eagle-eye's going to shit a brick.
Crusher pulls the girl from the stage and pushes her our way. She’s fucking gorgeous. She was cute at the bar, but dressed like she is now? She’s fucking built for sin. Heart-shaped ass to fill my hands and wide blue eyes that would go even wider as my cock sinks into her.
And a virgin? Jesus Christ. I’d never fuck a girl against her will, let alone fucking buy her, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind.
But something’s off. She’s no whore, no matter how she’s dressed. Paying for pussy isn’t my style, but live the kind of life I have for long enough and you see just about everything a human is willing to do to get by. I got nothing against people who make that choice, but if it ain’t theirs? I’m not down with that shit.
"The Screaming fucking Eagles at our club. I'd never thought I'd see the day. Guess we’re moving up in the world, huh?" Crusher keeps the girl in place with a hand around her wrists, pinning her arms at the small of her back. The other he rests at his belt, not far from his piece. "Heard you got into a little dust-up with some of our guys yesterday. Is this an apology visit?"